What can’t be said aloud
or even blown into an envelope
placed in a bottle and set to sea
or kept beneath your pillow in diary
those words and feelings without words cannot
find a place of expression
for a multitude of reasons or just one
you carry them around like a weight
dripping from your neck
sometimes in a weak moment
you feel yourself urging to spill
the bunting and string it high
confidences for everyone to see
what’s the worst that could happen?
and yet, you know, the worst
is bad enough to keep
how many others, you wonder
carry their own list of unmentionables
and what would they be?
any in common or always unique?
if you let someone know
the sum of you
smile and say ‘i understand’
when they did not?
who can understand the deep of…